Addison Vysoke Myto Whore ❤️

About Olomouc

Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

Things to do in Vysoke Myto

Sometimes I get so mad at the potholes on Korábova Lane – seriously, why are they still there? It’s like they’re a metaphor for the messed-up parts of life. I mean, fool me once, savior me twice, right? Not that I’m sayin’ it’s political or anythin’, but dang, my blood boils when I see them.

One of two Czechoslovak convertibles in the world auctioned off